The Mosquito
Here, my arm-
A gaudy orange stain
Where my mark was
An x- my name forgotten
Adorn me
Your mess of thin black lines
Tied quite like a bow
We’ll discuss our childhoods
While we scour my veins
Did you pick your dreams?
Copyright © Robyn-Jade Hosking | Year Posted 2011
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